Traveling Back to the 1960s: The Entire Internet Teaches Me How to Build Missiles

After leaving the office building, Zhou Yunxiao didn't return to Base No. 1. Instead, he went straight to bed and fell fast asleep.

After staying up all night and then all morning, even someone as strong as iron would be exhausted.

He slept straight through until it got dark, when Jiang Weimin came back from outside carrying a shovel, and he finally opened his eyes and sat up.

"Well done, Comrade Zhou. You haven't even had a proper life yet, and you're already living the life of capitalist hedonism. Sleeping quite comfortably, huh?"

Jiang Weimin made a joke. He naturally knew that Zhou Yunxiao had been called away by Ye Ling to carry out a special mission, and that he had not returned home all night.

Zhou Yunxiao spat at him twice, then got dressed, got out of bed, and went to fetch a basin of water to wash his face.

While wiping his face, he asked, "Where did you go to clear land today?"

Jiang Weimin said, "Where else can we go? Let's go to the Ruoshui River. First, we'll dig up those easily irrigated wastelands. But old man Ye Ling is biased; he gave all the irrigated land to the women, and made the men continue digging..."

"Oh, look at you, so stingy. With this kind of awareness, you still want to find a wife? Even the reformers in the Eight Great Hutongs might not even look at you."

Zhou Yunxiao joked.

"Tch, I wouldn't even look down on the Eight Great Hutongs. The Western Regions Expeditionary Corps, on the other hand, is full of bachelors; I'd gladly give up my spot to them."

As Jiang Weimin took off his shoes, he said, "Tomorrow I'll write home and ask my mother to arrange a blind date for me back in our hometown. If it goes well, I'll go back and get married. I'm not counting on the base anymore."

"Have you really thought it through? If you get married back in your hometown, you'll only see your wife and kids a few times a year, let alone have a wife and kids and a warm bed. There's no telling when your mother will be able to hold her grandson."

Zhou Yunxiao was just telling the truth; Dongfeng Base, a classified unit, currently does not have a policy of allowing military family members to accompany them.

Jiang Weimin said, "What can we do? How about I take that pretty boy off you and let you use him for a while, and I'll find you a wife and then return him to you?"

"Get lost, you're the gigolo."

Zhou Yunxiao teased him for a while, but then ran away because of the smell of his freshly taken-off stinky shoes.

"Go wash your stinky feet right now. You can smell the sourness from a mile away. It would be a miracle if any girl wanted to marry you..."

Zhou Yunxiao carried the aluminum lunchbox and dashed off to the cafeteria.

In the evening, the canteen prepared stir-fried red willow root with sand onions, sorghum buns, wild vegetable dumplings, and red willow root soup.

Zhou Yunxiao looked at the "four dishes and one soup" in the lunchbox and sighed again.

I heard that this is a large section of red willow root that the land reclamation team dug up when they were digging ditches. There are quite a few of them, so they'll have plenty to eat from now on.

Alright...

Let's fill our stomachs first, rather than worrying about constipation!

After dinner, Zhou Yunxiao went to meet up with Captain Mu. They used the same trick again, sending the agile special agent company commander to steal information from the experts' building.

After being brought back to the translation room, I briefly divided the tasks with translators Liao, Xu, and Hu, and then got back to work.

Zhou Yunxiao handled almost half of the data himself.

He had it all figured out: stealing and translating Surian's documents was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

An opportunity to secretly switch modern technology with the real thing, and no one will ever bother to verify it with Sullivan.

After all, they would have completely broken up after a while, and they barely had any contact until just before the split.

Besides, this information was stolen; who would dare ask about it?

Zhou Yunxiao volunteered to do the work because he thought that copying as many copies as possible was worthwhile.

Viewers in the live stream had been disconnected for a whole day, and as soon as the screen was turned on again, they rushed in eagerly.

The moderator "White Vinegar," who had been watching the live stream, tagged all the members in various group chats upon seeing this.

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Yunxiao saw that the number of viewers in the live stream had soared to hundreds of thousands.

He picked up his pen, filled it with ink, coughed lightly, and asked in the live chat, "Which book should I copy next?"

Netizens unanimously posted negative comments:

Good grief, so you only bother with Zhong Wuyan when you need something, and only with Xia Yingchun when you don't? We haven't been seen all day, but you only remember us when you're about to copy the book!

[Seriously, this streamer's gone after the fact? I stayed up until 3 AM last night trying to find you "The Barefoot Doctor's Manual," and you've been glued to your screen all day today?]

[What a scumbag! Chun Chun is such a scumbag! When he needs us, he cries "Hey everyone, please help me out!" But when he doesn't need us, he won't even let us see a sunset over the Gobi Desert!]

[Honestly, why aren't you broadcasting during the day? Are you secretly flirting with the women in the performing arts troupe? You don't want to share the good stuff with us, do you?]

[Believe it or not, I'll sneak in some inside information today, including the tractor's hand-crank starter blueprints in the turbopump's instruction manual, so you'll get a scolding from Dean Qian...]

Faced with the dissatisfaction of the "cyber laborers", Zhou Yunxiao quickly apologized in the live broadcast and explained that his long live broadcast and lack of energy caused the unstable picture.

Only then did the cyber laborers give up.

Subsequently, under the book list arranged by the "White Vinegar" room manager, Zhou Yunxiao continued to copy books, this time copying "Homemade Nitric Acid Production Method in the 60s".

As he wrote furiously, he kept asking questions:

"Hey everyone, let's not forget the important stuff! The most pressing issue right now is Project 596. Is there anyone knowledgeable in this area who can step forward and offer some guidance? Which books should we consult?"

Zhou Yunxiao genuinely cares about this matter.

Because the situation was just too urgent.

In the past, living in a peaceful modern era, we might not have felt anything, as if the world order was just how it was supposed to be.

But when you actually travel to this era, even in the desolate Gobi Desert, the few copies of "Reference News" you come across each month still make you restless.

The United States is once again expanding its military, threatening nuclear security in the Asia-Pacific region...

At the Geneva Conference, representatives from ten countries, led by Churchill and Nehru, strongly condemned the nuclear threat policy…

It has been reported that the Seventh Fleet and 15 B-50 bombers, carrying highly destructive warheads, have secretly arrived at the Okinawa base…

No one knows how long this extortion will last or when it will end.

But in the current tense situation, even a single spark could lead to irreversible consequences.

Some netizens even commented in the live chat that they found out that the Okinawa base at that time had deployed a super fleet of at least six aircraft carriers and dozens of B-50 bombers.

Amidst the numerous hilltops of the American military, a historically rare scene unfolded—

A consensus was reached from the middle to the top levels: the use of tactical weapons was agreed upon!

If it weren't for the opposition from Churchill, Nehru, and even Suezong, the situation might have already spiraled out of control.

Zhou Yunxiao had no idea when the sword of Damocles hanging over his head would fall.

I wonder if the effect of my butterfly effect after crossing over will change some established facts.

He could only pin his hopes on the success of Project 596 as soon as possible.

Netizens offered various suggestions in the live chat, but Zhou Yunxiao felt that none of them hit the mark.

He was copying books until 2 a.m. When he rubbed his sore wrists and prepared to copy the next book, the moderator "White Vinegar" suddenly tagged someone.

[Comrade Xiao Zhou, I am a retired technician from the Institute of Atomic Energy. I will tell you in the most straightforward, direct, unambiguous, objective, accurate, and incisive way: the breakthrough of Project 596 lies in algorithms, materials, and explosive forming!]

These words caused the viewers who had been lurking in the live stream to erupt in excitement once again.

[666... ​​Which sect's patriarch did they invite out?]

[This line sounds familiar... Could it be Doubao pretending to be the ancestor?]

Show us your work ID. 596 is no small matter. Even in a parallel world, we can't let the streamer's grand plan to strengthen the nation be ruined...

Subsequently, at the strong request of netizens, this netizen actually posted his old work ID and even a group photo of a room full of medals and commendations.

This time, everyone was completely convinced.

Zhou Yunxiao nodded, thinking to himself that his live broadcast room was indeed full of hidden talents and geniuses, even the real god who built the atomic bomb had been invited out.